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Some lie about who they love.Some lie about the truth.Some lie to save their lives.Some lie about their youth.Some lie about age and beauty, the conquest of sex, most lie about the night before a woman lies for a party dress.I've lied for a stolen momento, I've lied for one more clue, I've lied about most everything, but I never lied to you. And we lie, lie, lie on a streetcar named desire. We lie, lie, lie for that sweet bird of youthI could be great like Tennessee Williams, if I could only hear something that sounds like the truth.Some lie in the face of death.Some lie about their fame.Some kneel and lie to God.Some lie about their name.Some lie in words and speeches with every living breath. The young lie with their guitars, the old lie for a little respect.I've lied to lie with danger, I've lied for a drug or two, I've lied about most everything, but I never lied to you.I've lied for a stolen moment, I've lied for one more clue, I've lied about, most everythingbut I never lied to you.